STORIES
Posted on September 19, 2015 by magda
On his birthday
A happy birthday to you, my heart beat!
May love and laughter light your every day!
May peace and wisdom bless your every way,
and may you never steal, or lie, or cheat!
Your eyes are filled with playful, candid light,
and Night, from your hair, shiny colours borrows,
and your soul pledged to...
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Posted on September 14, 2015 by magda
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Posted on September 13, 2015 by magda
If need be
Candle light, candle glow,
inner sight, will to know,
healing light surround me now,
relieve my Spirit’s darkest vow.
I am the Earth, centred and strong,
I am the vessel for good and wrong,
the human soul roots grow deep through me.
If need be.
I am the Air, I sense every thrill.
My mind is keen...
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Posted on September 13, 2015 by magda
Letter from Heaven
Scrisoare din Cer
Cand maine-ncepe far’ de mine
si nu-s aici sa vad lumini
cum soarele rasare
si-ti da o sarutare
pe ochii dragi, de lacrimi plini,
as vrea atat sa nu mai plangi,
asa cum plangi si azi pesemne,
gandindu-te: ce multe lucruri
sa-mapartasim n-avuram vreme.
Stiu cat de mult tu ma iubesti,
asa cum te iubesc si...
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Posted on July 14, 2015 by magda
Happy Birthday, my dearest Father!
The table of shadows invites everybody to take a sit and tell a story.
The old Jewish house of my childhood does not exist anymore, but in my memories. Late in the heart of night, when every soul sleeps, my friend, Insomnia, opens to me old windows...
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Posted on June 25, 2015 by magda
Haris
Now, after writing his name as a title I realize that it rhymes with Paris! I did not observe that first time we met and we’ve been introduced. Maybe because in French pronunciation “Haris” becomes “Ari”, with the accent on “i”. Who is Haris / Ari?
Well, this is a wonder!...
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Posted on June 23, 2015 by magda
Le Lapin Agile
It was like that: I walked on the streets of Montmartre, watching everything greedily, exhausting my inner eyes, seeing the surroundings, hearing now and then the voice of my friend explaining things, but my heart was running fast to Sacré-Coeur.
I did not pay attention to one particular house,...
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Posted on June 21, 2015 by magda
Every Arthur needs his Merlin
Life is a puzzle, if one asks me. I cannot speak for every human on this planet, but for me, the one and the only me, life is a puzzle. I have been trying to make some sense into its pieces since I know myself, but...
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Posted on June 19, 2015 by magda
Waiting for the cranes
And again, time takes another path, back through the years, at that age of innocence, when her Papa was young and her only hero. She was around four years old, a wild child, only dark hair and dark big eyes, widely open. They lived in an old...
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Posted on June 17, 2015 by magda
The candles’ light
It is a rainy evening and her thoughts as always are running wild. Dark outside, dark inside (she left the lights off in purpose), only the candles’ light makes Chinese shadows on the walls. She spread candles everywhere, even on the balcony. It’s beautiful. It feels warm, peaceful....
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